My carefully constructed poem about the lack of true content
Shocked and Loathing
Lost, Down in Wonderment
Empty and Poor
Damn. That’s worth what, five chings? Oh wait, I need like fifty of those. Guess I need to start typing and posting. If only more thought was put into my content. If only I… wait, wait wait…
Those are even written in proper 2, 4, 6, 4, 2 format, what is that, a cinquain? No no, that's not it. It's something! A Quatrain? No, that's sets of fours. Well, some real poet could inform me I hope. Either one of them. Damn baby. Lick that plate clean.